Broken Hearts
"I'm Flowey! Flowey the flow-" He started, only to stop. He had noticed they were holding something, they realized. "What's that in your hands?" He asked, clearly trying too hard to seem curious. Frisk didn't want to show him. This all felt wrong. This flower was clearly not trustworthy. Backing away slowly, Frisk moved to run, not noticing the thin vine dart around their ankle.
Realizing they were falling, Frisk tried to move their hands back in time to keep the heart from falling. But they were too late. The pieces of the heart fell on the ground near flowey, a few pieces even rolling closer. Frisk joined them on the ground barely a second later. Tilting their head up, Frisk saw his face. His demonic face.
Thinking quickly, Frisk threw themselves over as many of the pieces as they could, even trying to grab couple of the stray ones only for a vine to grab them and yank them away. Not even two seconds later, they were off the ground again. Suspending them several feet in the air, were more vines. With the new higher angle they had, Frisk could now clearly see that the vines originated from the flower.
"What's this?" He said in a voice portrayed to sound innocent, with a face that promised pain. Several smaller vines picked up all the pieces and held it together as the whole heart it once was. The flower looked surprised, then he looked confused, this human was still standing. Even with this shattered soul.
"Well golly! I'm almost impressed! You shouldn't even be alive right now with a soul like this!" He said, turning to look Frisk in the eyes. "Now,-" He turned back to the soul. "-I could just kill you right now. But I think I wanna toy with you for a while." And just like that, Frisk was dropped to the ground face first, the vines receding back to the flower.
Standing back up, Frisk was not expecting the world to have suddenly gone black and white, save for the glow of their apparent soul. Said soul now floating in the air, with a small gap between each little piece making the fact that it was broken plainly obvious. They also had not expected to see four giant buttons resting in front of them, and a box surrounding their soul.
"Now let's see how long you can survive against me." Was all he said, before a few white bullets began floating towards Frisk's soul. They knew they had to do something, but what? The bullets were getting closer to the shattered soul, and all Frisk could think was to try to move it somehow.
Squeezing their eyes shut, not wanting to see the collision, Frisk was a little underwhelmed to not have actually felt or heard anything. Slowly opening their eyes again, they saw something both worrying and yet not that concerning in this point in time. Their soul which was previously floating together for the most part, had separated into individual pieces again to dodge the bullets.
Flowey could only look on in shock. Never before had a human survived their soul being shattered and yet this one had not only survived but they could move each little piece separately. Realizing the human was looking at him, he forced his face back to his demonic one, and was about to speak again when-
He was struck with the familiar flame of a certain beloved goat mom.
And that's a wrap! It's still pretty short, I know. But it's longer than the first chapter, and it's way sooner than I expected from myself. So I count that as a win. Hope you enjoyed it! Constructive criticism is appreciated!